After finishing speaking, Canglong threw away the microphone and left the auditorium directly. Everyone present was stunned, especially the parents. Seeing the students standing up collectively, their surprise was beyond their imagination. They still can't understand it.
, why they stood up together.
"This guy is in the limelight again!" Sun Liping sat in the stands, shaking her head.
At the same time, Vice Principal Li looked at all the students and didn't know what to do. Did he really want to punish all the students? No, no, no, his mind was not broken. If he really punished all the students, he, the vice principal, would not have to punish them.
Done.
Han Shuo stood up suddenly from his seat and glanced at Vice Principal Li, as if to say, it was all your bad idea.
Now Han Shuo has become the public enemy of all students. Even if he has a strong background, he has a hard time in No. 1 Middle School, and then he leaves angrily.
Vice Principal Li looked aggrieved from the bottom of his heart. In the end, all the blame fell on him. Especially when he saw Deputy Director Jiang's gloomy face, he knew that today's affairs were messed up.
Finally, Principal Feng took the stage and said: "The school's decision was a bit hasty and even too harsh. As the principal, I should take responsibility. Now I announce that there will be no punishment for Li Maosheng."
As soon as the words "Boom" were spoken, the crowd in the entire auditorium let out a roar-like explosion. All the students stood up happily, because this was their first time to fight and win, a victory that belonged to all of them.
Not just one person, or Class Nine.
"However, I hope that the beating of freshmen will not happen again. You are students, not drifters in society. Don't always use violence to solve problems. We should use wisdom to solve problems and be wise men.
You are not a reckless person." Principal Feng's words became harsh again, which silenced the students' cheers, but this did not extinguish the joy in their hearts.
Later, Principal Feng handed the microphone to Director Yun and asked Director Yun to guide the work...
After this incident, Han Shuo learned to behave a lot, because he knew that if he did not learn to behave and continued to be aggressive like that, he would offend the public. Although he had a very angry temper and took himself seriously, it did not mean that he
Stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart.
Even people in Class 9 discovered that Han Shuo began to take the initiative to maintain relationships with them, wanting to get along with them and integrate into Class 9, because he felt that in order to go against Canglong, he had to win support, but soon he discovered that if he wanted to
How difficult it is to integrate into Class 9.
Until Sunday afternoon, he suddenly got a piece of news. This news was about Canglong being rejected by everyone in the class when he first came, so he had an idea in his heart.
"New Year's Day is coming soon, why don't you go see how the students are rehearsing?" Sun Liping asked in the grade group office.
"That's their business, what should I worry about?" Canglong glanced at him and continued to draw something with his pen.
"Hey, someone said you don't worry, but why do I see you outside the school auditorium door every day?" Sun Liping seemed to have discovered Canglong's little secret, and was extremely excited.
"I just want to see what they are doing, not to interfere with what they are doing." Canglong glanced at her angrily, "I'm surprised, why are you following me when you have nothing to do?"
"Who is following you? I go to see them rehearse every day. It's not like someone who just leaves after work. It breaks my heart as a class teacher." Sun Liping complained.
Cang Long ignored him and continued to draw his own things. Seeing this, Sun Liping immediately came over and looked at the things on Cang Long's table. Her face changed: "Are you drawing something like a horse? Why doesn't it look like a painting?
,The picture doesn’t look like the picture!”
"This is the terrain!" Canglong was not disturbed and continued to draw.
"Terrain?" Sun Liping looked strange, "I see you have been painting it for several days. Whenever you have time, you paint this thing. What do you want to do?"
"I'm just painting for fun. I'm going to study architecture and change my career!" Canglong said with a smile.
"Is that what you're talking about? Are you the one who painted the buildings like this? You act like you're going to fight. Do you think you're a general?" Although Sun Liping was disdainful, she still looked at it seriously, because in the past few days, he had discovered
Soryu has been drawing this thing and discarded many drafts. It seems that most of his time is spent on this.
But she found that she couldn't understand any of them.
"Ring, bell" As the get out of class bell rang, Cang Long immediately packed up the drawings on the table, put them in a data bag, and was about to leave work. Sun Liping immediately said: "You just leave like that?"
"Since I don't have anything to do with my evening self-study, don't I still have you as the class teacher? You are so lucky to let me take advantage of you." Cang Long looked lazily, "By the way, that kid Han Shuo,
It seems that he is competing with people from Class 9 recently. Please pay more attention. This guy is an uncertain factor. Don't let anything happen. I may not be able to contact you on my mobile phone for a period of time recently. Don't look for me then."
"I know, I didn't know you were a busy man!" Sun Liping thought Cang Long was going to pick up girls again, and there was a bit of sourness in her tone.
After leaving school, Canglong got into his Kaibaihe and drove directly out of the city. Along the way, he opened the front seat of the car and found a lot of drawings inside. He then carefully connected them together. If any professionals came to see Canglong
If you look at these drawings, you will find that Canglong's drawings are not architectural drawings, but a drawing of attack and defense that is constantly changing.
About ten minutes later, Canglong drove to a rental house outside the suburbs. He put down everything and regained his former indifference.
Not long after, a woman wearing a tight black leather jacket knocked on the door rhythmically. Canglong listened carefully and felt that the rhythm corresponded, so he relaxed his vigilance.
The door was unlocked, and the woman in black walked in. Her big eyes were a bit smart and evil. Under her slender and delicate nose were red and translucent lips, and her tongue was like a little snake twitching her lips from time to time. But this
The woman gave people a very dangerous feeling, "You're late!" Canglong looked back at the drawings, not attracted by the woman.
The woman came over, wrapped around Canglong like a beautiful snake, and whispered in his ear: "You look less and less like a killer."
"No, Heiman, I just don't want him to escape from me again and make me pay the price." Canglong felt Heiman's hand reaching into his clothes and moving towards his lower body, and he immediately did
After reacting, at some point his Desert Warrior appeared in his hand and pointed it diagonally at the ribs on Heiman's lower abdomen. If he fired, the bullet would pass through the ribs on his lower abdomen and penetrate Heiman's heart.
"It seems that you haven't lost the alertness of a killer." Heiman carefully retracted his hand, not daring to make any dangerous moves. This was not because Canglong would show mercy to her after having sex once.
As for the last time, Hei Man succeeded, it was because she did not have any killing intention in her body. If Hei Man had the killing intention at that time, Cang Long, a cruel man, would definitely have a way to wake himself up. It is not so much that Cang Long was hit by her
Come on, it's better to say that Canglong deliberately let things slip.
Heiman said and stood aside, just three meters away from Canglong. This was a safe distance and outside the cordon line for both parties.
"How do you think about what I told you last time?" Canglong asked.
"I didn't expect that the world's number one Shadow Thorn would actually find a little killer like me to cooperate!" Heiman's words were full of irony.
An evil smile suddenly appeared on his face. This smile revealed danger, but also bloomed with temptation. This was Heiman, the embodiment of death and beauty.
"I just want to be safer!" Cang Long said calmly. The gun in his hand disappeared at some point, and he stared at the blueprint in his hand intently. "In the world of killers, no one can say that he is the best. Only by living
Only those who are truly killers are considered true killers.”
Heiman frowned, but he agreed with Cang Long's words. The longer you live in the world of killers, the more powerful you become. Once you die, all reputations will disappear. A dead killer will not be respected by others. Only when he is alive can he be respected.
Will be worshiped.
"Jackals are difficult to deal with, but it won't be difficult for you." Heiman changed the subject and suddenly asked, "Why me."
The assassins of the League of Assassins all have a special contact information. This is also to avoid misunderstandings between two killers of the same organization in the same area, because the killers of the League of Assassins are more aggressive than the killers of the international killer organization, and they often take the initiative.
Eliminate threats instead of waiting for them to come to you.
"Because you are the only person I can trust here!" Canglong suddenly put down the drawing in his hand, turned around and looked at Heiman seriously.
"Just because I slept with you?" Heiman looked at Canglong in disbelief, because this was too childish.
"No, because of your strength." Canglong looked at her deeply, "But the cooperation between you and me is limited to this. If you help me this time, I will share part of my intelligence network with you."
"Well!" Heiman looked at Canglong, as if he wanted to find a flaw in it, but in the end he found that there were many things in Canglong's eyes that were not seen before, and more of it was a kind of "sincerity" that ordinary people call "sincerity"
feelings.
"Your feelings are becoming more and more unnecessary. This will only lower your level. You know, Shadow Thorn, if one day I think I have the ability, I will definitely come and kill you. I hope that by then you will only
Stronger." Heiman looked at Canglong seriously.
"You will never be able to appreciate this feeling, unless one day you become an ordinary person like me and experience life." Canglong showed a smile.
For some reason, this smile made the cold Heiman take a step back. The reason why she agreed to consider cooperating with Canglong was not because Canglong slept with her. Although Canglong conquered her in bed, Heiman would not.
What kind of feelings does she have towards Canglong? Because this is her taboo.
It's because Canglong promised to give her a part of the free intelligence network. For Heiman, who desperately wants to become a free killer, these intelligence networks are exactly what she needs, and these intelligence networks are all credible, because before that she
I have already verified one of them.
Everyone wants to be a free killer. Although Canglong is not a completely free killer, his degree of freedom is higher than any semi-free killer in the Assassin League. He only needs to accept one mission from the Assassin League every year, and even this mission has
Optional and right of refusal.
Heiman also wants to become a freelance killer. A-level killers like her don't need to go through the semi-freedom process. To become a freelance killer, you have to hunt more people for the organization, which requires a complete intelligence network.
, get the most accurate information from the enemy, which Canglong has, but Heiman does not, because she is not a free killer and will be constrained by the organization at all times, and even asked to perform a mission that may be suicide.
"What reason do I have for not accepting it?" Heiman took another step forward, slowly walked towards Canglong, kissed his mouth with her crystal red lips, and instantly touched his brother from Canglong's chest, and played with him skillfully.
asked, “But should we trust each other more before working together?”
"That's right." Canglong put down the drawings and directly pressed Heiman on the bed. For two killers of the opposite sex, to cooperate, they must first have trust, and the best way to trust is to go to bed...